INTRODUCTION
SIX MONTHS BEFORE I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH TERMINAL CANCER I STARTED TO SEE DEAD PEOPLE. But, this story is not about cancer. This story is not about death and dying. This story is about life and living. This story is about dead people who come to me in spirit to enlist my help to provide specific messages to their loved ones. The dead are very much alive and they want you to know.
As of this writing, I am still in treatment for metastatic cancer. Low white blood cell counts led my hematologist to suggest a four month “medication vacation.” Two months have passed. Spirits continue to appear. They urge me to write this story – their story – they want you to know that they aren’t dead, because there is no such thing as death. We merely pass from one state of existence to the other – spirit.
Part of me does not want this assignment. My battle-fatigued body needs rest. I juggle multiple obligations between my husband, teenage son, and aging father as I continue to practice as a Psychotherapist. Although my schedule has been cut in half, due to my cancer treatment protocol, I maintain two offices. Time is precious. My body fights me. My body hurts. I have not had a pain free day in two and a half years. But, I cannot die before I share my experiences of Spirit’s who’ve appeared to me and have provided specific evidence so that their loved ones will recognize the message as valid.
When Spirit shows up for a message for their loved one, I am constantly delighted and amused at their cleverness. I shouldn’t be of course, because they are divine intelligent beings. Sometimes what they show me makes no sense, but I’ve learned too that I am truly just the messenger. When I stick exactly to what they’ve shown me – I’m dead on. After Spirit provides facts, their last message is always the same: “I love you, I’m proud of you, I’m around you… our bond can never be broken.” If my deathly diagnosis catapulted me towards seeing dead people, Spirits, in effort to help grieving hearts heal – I would do every surgery, months of chemotherapy, vomiting, and all of the pain over again.
As God is my witness, every word, every story, every event that is written in these pages is real. Some minor changes have been made to protect the person’s identity. Everything else is true. My deadly dance with cancer delivered me my life. I invite you to join me to journey between worlds.
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